AN: THIS IS THE SECOND PART AND THE CONTINUATION OF CHAPTER THREE.

LOUIS' POV

I wake to see Zayn shaking my shoulder lightly with a smile on his face.

"Bro, the plane's already landed." He says.

The rest of the boys were now standing up and getting ready to head out. Putting on my Vans, I grab my phone and follow Zayn out of the plane. Breathing in the London air, I slowly go down and meet the the lads who were standing next to the cars that were picking us up.

This morning, Liam, Niall, Harry, and Zayn will be going to the hotel we'll be staying at which was near to our last venue for the tour, the O2 Arena. Our last show will be tomorrow evening so we have today to take some time off and rest. At least they'll be able to.

Apparently after my little spat with Harry, Liam was confronted by fucking management about what happened and they weren't happy about it at all. So instead of relaxing and preparing for the final show with the rest of the boys, I'm forced to go and attend management's meeting today.

I just don't get it. Why couldn't management just let Harry and I stay friends in the first place? Who cares if the fans genuinely think we're in a relationship when everyone around us truly knows the truth. This is probably why Eleanor got hate in the first place. Management made it seem to everyone that Eleanor was the one preventing me from keeping my friendship with Harry. Now, we're in such a big mess that they had felt the need to call me over and control the whole Larry situation.

"Hey lad, you ready to go? I need my sleep because that flight made me tired as shit." Niall said, patting my shoulder.

"Enjoy your hotel rooms, boys. It appears I have worst things to do this morning. So why don't you all relax while I spend my day with management, yeah?" I said, icily; my gaze lingering on Harry and Liam who got me in this mess in the first place.

Alberto pats my shoulder and tells me we have to go immediately. So without another glance at my band mates, he leads me towards one of the cars and tells me to get in.

I grab my phone and log on to twitter for the first time today.

What a way to start my morning !!

I tap the tweet button and afterwards, I followed and tweeted some of our fans. Their concern for me was evident but I assured them that everything was alright.

The car starts moving and I lean my head back and close my eyes during the whole ride until it stops in front of Modest's building.

After being escorted by security, I am now faced with a few of our bosses in their office. We all acknowledge each other with a simple nod as I sit down, beginning the meeting.

"So, what am I here for? I'd like to rest before our last show you know. You wouldn't like my inconsistent voice to mess it up for the other lads, wouldn't you?" I started snarkily, bringing annoyed and disapproving looks on their faces.

"Jesus, Louis. We're not here to discuss your voice." Frank, head of the publicity team said.

"Oh sorry, it's just that the last time I was here, you were all for giving out your opinions on my voice. You could've as well asked me to leave the band from all you've said about it." Both of my hands were now clenched tightly from the anger building up in my chest.

"You need to shut up for once and listen to what we have to say. All this Larry Stylinson bullshit has been causing such a chaos and we all need it to fucking stop. You and Harry have done nothing but fight and its taking its toll on the whole band!" George, the head of management, slammed his fists on the table.

"Since when did you care about the band? And I'm sorry? Wasn't that what you wanted Harry and me to do in the first place? Or were we simply supposed to avoid each other? You shouldn't have broken our friendship. Even if Larry Stylinson was real, the fans would still be there for us because they're loyal and they respect us unlike any of you. " I yelled back and I realized that these were one of those instances that I wish I wasn't part of the band, and part of all these lies they were framing us in.

" I don't care what you say or what you think of all this. It won't change that your part of the band and that you have to do everything we tell you to, you understand? We'll do whatever it takes; absolutely all that it takes just to make this Larry bullshit seem like it never even happened. And that ,my boy, is the reason why we needed you here today."

CANDICE'S POV

Wait, what?

"Uhm, I'm very sorry but isn't that why you guys contacted me? I applied for this internship to be one of the website editors of your company. You must be mistaken." I said politely.

"Ms. James, can you tell me why you wanted this internship? What made you accept the job so easily?" The man who seemed to be superior amongst everyone in the room asked me.

I fidgeted, quite embarrassed of what I was going to say. But if anything, you'll win people with honesty so I guess that's the best way to go.

"To be honest with you, sir, I just got here in London a few weeks ago and I live with my aunt. I just really want to be independent and not rely on her when it comes to financial matters. I understand that London has a number of outstanding universities and there is nothing I would want more than to study in one of them and pursue my dream of becoming a writer someday. And when I heard the amount you were willing to offer me, I knew it would be stupid of me to refuse." I said, trying my best to look everyone in the eye. The people in the room glanced at me then back at their boss, and as if deciding, he spoke.

"I appreciate your bluntness and honesty, Ms. James. Would you be so kind to hear my proposition?" He asked me.

I simply nodded as he smiled at me and started giving out details.

"My name is Paul Thompson. I'll be your boss if you ever decide to offer your services to this company. We understand that you applied for the internship as a website editor, yes? But I am willing to give you an even better job that will make the £4200 we you offered you seem like nothing but a waste of your time. All we need is your cooperation and patience and you'll be able to get anything you want without any trouble." Paul said, watching with me with careful eyes that made me feel uncomfortable.

"Mr. Thompson, the offer you're making is just what I need but what would my alternative job be?" I asked nervously. What if they pay me to be a hooker or a con artist? All the money wouldn't be worth all the trouble I'll get into.

"I'd love to tell you but I think it would be better if I show you instead. Would that be alright, Ms. James?" And without another word, he stood up and patiently waited for me outside in the hallway.

"Follow me please." He instructed, and once again, I was lead to another series of busy hallways and offices. We walked for a little bit more until we reached an office with double glass doors and Paul asked me to wait outside as he entered.

A few minutes later, he came out and had a very smug expression on his face when he looked at me.

"Shall we?" He once again gestured for me to follow his lead, and through the hammering of my pulse, I vaguely even register that we're already inside the quaint office.

There were three suited men inside, and some that were casually dressed. The man behind the desk had a very stern look and a vein on his forehead that looked like it was going to burst any minute.

"Is this Ms. James?" The man asked. God, does everyone know me here?

"Yes, sir that would be me." I answered as confidently as I could.

"Very well then, introductions are a must, dear." The man who was earlier behind the desk, stood up and approached me.

"I'm George Harrison and I am the head of this company. If it's okay, there's someone I'd like you to meet." The man said shaking my hand without my permission.

We walked towards his desk and that's when I noticed someone sitting in one of the chairs with his back turned away from all that was happening. George tried to get his attention and was trying to get him to face me but he just wouldn't budge. So he decided to let it go for now and turned to face me once more.

"I've heard you've wanted the internship but trust me when I say that this is a better opportunity for you, dear and we hope you'll realize that." George said to me. But the next words that came out of his mouth were words that I could never forget. George placed his hand on my shoulder and addressed the other people in the room.

"Folks, Ms. James here, will be our ticket to a clean reputation and a brand new slate."

And afterwards, he then extended his hand towards the guy sitting down.

"Ms. James, this guy, right here, will be your ticket to everything you've ever wanted. We only ask one simple thing from you. To get the money you need, all you have to do is spend time with him." He smiled at me and I looked at him with a confused expression on my face. Why would they pay me a great deal just to spend time with someone who probably doesn't even want to know me?

The mystery guy sitting on the chair turned around suddenly that I staggered back from shock.

Fluffy brown hair, tan and tattooed arms, and a sea of blue eyes turned to look at me.

I'd know that face anywhere.

This wasn't just any other boy.

Because at this moment, I was face to face with Louis Tomlinson.